Coastal Road Trip Riddles for Scenic Drivers

I’m the cliffside turnout marked with a sign. Pull over and snap that skyline. What am I?

I’m the boardwalk slats leading to waves. Follow my planks to surfer caves. What am I?

I’m the GPS pin for chowder delight. Park beneath me and dine alight. What am I?

I’m the ferry horn that calls at dawn. Drive aboard before I’m gone. What am I?

I’m the souvenir shop with shells and spray. Browse my trinkets along the bay. What am I?

I’m the bridge arching like seabird wings. Cross me at sunset when the tide sings. What am I?

I’m the playlist of surf rock and breeze. Blast me loud as you hug the seas. What am I?

I’m the tide pool map tucked in the dash. Consult me before the tidal splash. What am I?

I’m the roadside stand with peaches sun-kissed. Pull into my gravel for a local twist. What am I?

I’m the motel neon buzzing at night. Reserve my room for ocean sight. What am I?

I’m the sandcastle kit stored in the trunk. Dig me out when spontaneity strikes. What am I?

I’m the gull chorus that follows your fries. Toss me a crumb and hear my cries. What am I?

I’m the travel journal capturing each town. Jot my pages before the sun goes down. What am I?

I’m the campfire crackle on dunes of gold. Toast me with marshmallows as stories unfold. What am I?

I’m the final mile marker hugging the cape. Roll into town, let worries escape. What am I?